"If you weren't a pirate, I'd swear you were Iron Fist Garp in disguise!"
It was hard to imagine higher praise for Chris's Physical Arts.
Ochoku had compared his skill to Iron Fist Garp's.
That alone showed how terrifying Chris's Physical Arts had become!
Ochoku still remembered Iron Fist Garp vividly from the battle on God's Island.
Back then, he had taken several of Garp's punches head-on.
Those punches had shattered his confidence in battle.
After the battle on God's Island, Ochoku had escaped by sheer luck.
He had lived in seclusion ever since.
It wasn't that he lacked the strength to make a comeback in the New World and build another Pirate Crew.
He was simply terrified of Iron Fist Garp.
The thought of roaming the New World again—and facing Marine Vice Admiral Iron Fist Garp—made him tremble.
That was why he had stayed in seclusion, enjoying a carefree life.
No one knew the real reason Ochoku had withdrawn from the world: Iron Fist Garp's fists!
And today, when Ochoku saw Fire Fist Daytime Tiger, it was as though he had seen Garp's fist again.
He muttered, "If I hadn't kept training so hard, I really couldn't have taken that punch!"
"Young people these days have no respect for their elders!"
Ochoku had never let up over the years.
He had trained diligently, constantly improving his strength.
He had done it to prepare for emergencies—chiefly another encounter with Iron Fist Garp.
He had never expected to meet someone almost as formidable as Garp first.
Seeing Ochoku return unscathed, Chris raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't expected one punch to kill Ochoku or even seriously injure him.
Still, the sight of him completely unharmed came as something of a surprise.
After all, this Fire Fist Daytime Tiger had been considerably stronger